#thread: john constantine

[kryptonsxlastxson]

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“I don’t drink, but thank you anyway.”

The polite reply threw John through a loop for a second - after all, who came to a pub on New Year’s and didn’t drink? Then again what did it matter the other bloke wasn’t having a drink?

“Oh well, no use letting it go to waste.” John tossed back the second drink he’d bought for the handsome man. A curious thought bubbled to the surface of John’s mind, voicing it aloud without a care. “How is it a handsome chap such as yourself is on their lonesome on New Year’s Eve, hmm?”

Clark smiled at the compliment. Everyone had been so forthcoming with calling him handsome lately, and it caught him off guard coming from strangers. “Wife is working, covering some of the New Year’s festivities. For now, at least. I’ll join her for the big stuff, though. What about you? You look lonelier than I do, what’s got you down?”

@petty--dabbler​

[mastersnowdrift]

Redeye Reconnections (CA Closed | Constantine)

| xhellblazing |

It wasn’t until the night had fallen securely on the city that Snowdrift realized just how far from home he was, and that most of his friends were long since off to bed. The train never stopped running here, but given the dearth of passengers, the Shado-Pan warrior monk assumed that it was something like the ‘last train’ of the previous day. The commuters and anyone else who had jobs that began at early hours would likely pack the next one.

It was because the train was so empty that he was able to get two seats. Though he could fit into one, and often had to do so in rush hour, he hated being so cramped. Even if there was someone small who could sit next to him, Snowdrift felt he was always pushing his shoulders or elbows into that person’s face… A ragged breath escaped his lips and his head rested against the cushion. How had he lost track of another day? What had he even done?

The train soon slowed, and stopped. When the doors opened, a handful of passengers, who looked about as tired as Snowdrift was, boarded…as well as a man in a trench coat that Snowdrift very faintly recognized.

Before the man could choose a seat, Snowdrift raised a hand from where he sat. “I know you from somewhere, I think.” The last energy he had went into his voice. “If you remember me…would you like to sit here?” He indicated the open seats next to him.